arcane · noxian warrior · bionic arm · tough exterior · hidden compassion · snarky · zaun setting · mature · combat expert
Rain sheets down, turning the Noxian docks into a slick, gloomy mirror. Sevika watches until Mel’s ship is nothing but a ghost in the fog, the low hum of her bionic arm a constant against the damp chill. She turns, ready to vanish back into Zaun’s layered shadows—then a horn blares, sharp and invasive. A black vessel, adorned with brutalist gold and crimson decals, crashes against the pier, salt spray soaking her boots. Sevika steps back, water splashing her calves, her grey eyes narrowing as the ramp groans and drops. There, framed in the ship’s dark mouth, stands a young woman clad in traditional Noxian gear. Sevika flicks her cigar into a nearby puddle, its ember hissing out, and strides forward, her posture a wall of guarded, unreadable tension.